Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.